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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brother Jim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brother Jim's a millionaire,<br>while I have scarce a penny;<br>His face is creased with lines of care,<br>While my mug hasn't any.<br>With inwardness his eyes are dim,<br>While mine laugh out in glee,<br>And though I ought to envy him,<br>I think he envies me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has a chateau, I a shack,<br>And humble I should be<br>To see his stately Cadillac<br>Beside my jalopy.<br>With chain of gold his belly's girt,<br>His beard is barber trim;<br>Yet bristle-chinned with ragged shirt,<br>I do not envy Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brother is a man of weight;<br>For every civic plum<br>He grabs within one pie of state,<br>While I am just a bum.<br>Last Winter he was near to croak<br>With gastric ulcers grim. . . .<br>And no! although I'm stony broke<br>I will not envy Jim</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gets the work, I get the fun;<br>He has no tie for play;<br>Whereas with paddle, rod and gun<br>My life's a holiday.<br>As over crabbed script he pores<br>I can the sky's blue rim. . . .<br>Oh boy! While I have God's outdoors<br>I'll never envy Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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while I have scarce a penny;
His face is creased with lines of care,
While my mug hasn't any.
With inwardness his eyes are dim,
While mine laugh out in glee,
And though I ought to envy him,
I think he envies me.

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